The story

The only choice left is to be strong
That’s what is wanted isn’t it
To be free
No one is a prisoner but me
Say all the words of wisdom
But what is wisdom really?
What really lies beneath the veins
Once it was revealed,
Eyes are closed,
Ears are shut,
Pretend
And I didn’t see, it was just the surface,  wasn’t it?
Run away because it’s the best choice
I’ll understand
That’s perfect isn’t it?
A perfect ending for the story
No pain, no gain

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